Marvellous mercies and infinite love.
Let weakness learn meekness.
The more congenial page of some tenth-rate poeticule worn out with failure after failure and now squat in his hole like the tailless fox, he is curled up to snarl and whimper beneath the inaccessible vine of song.
Despair the twin-born of devotion.
There is no safety-net to protect against attraction.
Love, till dawn sunder night from day with fire Dividing my delight and my desire.